English
Michel called her name as he went through the mass masoleum, desperate to break up the eerie feeling the Columbarium had on him, hoping for a reply that did not come. Periodically, as he checked out a branch that led off the main corridor, he would peer out the window at the end, searching for, hoping for some sign of her. But the cemetery outside was still. Still as death, he thought. And then he forced himself to return to the corridor and continue inside this oppressive, spooky environment. In here, where there was no air not laced with embalming fluid, where the cold weighed him down to the floor, where the lighting caused everything to seem artificial and created unusual shadow patterns; it felt as if the dead were about to come alive, like in so many horror movies he'd seen. You'd turn around, and there would be one, mindless, less than human, sitting in the open drawer, staring at you with one thought in mind, one all- consuming passion. And behind that one, there would be another, and another... Wow! he thought. This is how mortals see us. Maybe it was his mortal side that brought out such strange thoughts. This would be a great place for a Halloween party, it occurred to him, and that bit of lightness lifted his spirits...